my age of magic

Chapter 54 55. Anecdotes from the Countryside (1)

At the end of the valley passage is the first line of defense set up by the orcs to stop the barbarians on the ice and snow tundra.To get here through the long road of death and the valley passage with almost no food supplements, the barbarian army will face a serious supply crisis, and it is very unreliable to transport food and grass from the road of death.So all along, there has never been any barbarian coalition successfully conquered here, and it is known as the never-lost high fortress.

The seven or eight-meter-high log fence tightly blocked one side of the 200-meter-wide valley passage. Under several [-]-meter-high watchtowers, blood-red orc tribe flags fluttered in the strong wind, and the city walls rammed with loess Huge catapults are lined up, and huge stones as high as hills are piled up beside them. These huge stones can easily smash the magic caravan into flat.On the steep mountain ridges on both sides, huge stone fortresses are built every ten meters, and I can even clearly see the cold eyes of the orc warriors inside.

Katerina and I lay at the window and looked out, watching the caravan master Leipas write letters to the orc warriors guarding the level, and smelling the perfume on her hair, I couldn't hold back my fingers Playing with a lock of her hair in her hands, Katerina seems to enjoy the inexplicable ambiguity with me.It's not ambiguous, at best it can only be regarded as a game between a big girl and a little boy.

Finally, when it was almost noon, the caravan completely passed the fortress checkpoint.

Our magic caravan slowly drove into the Yemeni Fortress along the 50-meter-wide loess rammed main road, and passed the [-]-meter-long central main road. On both sides of the road were also seven-meter-high log walls, which somewhat resembled the layout of an urn city.When the convoy passed through the main road of the fortress full of depression and passed the Yemeni fortress, I realized that in the south of the tall fortress, many low stone houses were built next to the fortress, which looked like ordinary residents. It's just that these houses are built irregularly and crowded together in twos and threes, which almost makes this stronghold larger than a village and smaller than a town without a completely straight road.

I let Katerina hold me on the railing of the caravan door, and she supported me so that I could see further.This is the first time I have seen the stronghold of the orc tribe. It is very distinctive. It looks more like a bunker made of stone. They are all similar prototype buildings. They are made of some kind of large cobblestones with stone walls. The roof is jointed with mud and dry grass, and the stone huts are built narrower and narrower as they go up, and finally the roof is closed with a thatch cover. The whole hut has no windows, only poor door frames, and some huts don’t even have doors. Hanging a piece of dry animal skin.A few orc children with leather skirts around their waists braided all kinds of strange braids were sitting at the door of their house basking in the sun. Their clear eyes were full of curiosity about our caravan, but no one came to watch.There are some household garbage piled up on both sides of the street in the stronghold, exuding a foul smell.I can see the fear in the eyes of the orcs in the stronghold when they see the Thunder Rhino.

The first impression I got here was that they were poor and shabby. They seemed to be so poor that they could not be any poorer. Except for a pile of stones picked up by the river, they had almost nothing.The second impression is that it is decadent and negative. These half-grown children of the orcs would rather sit on the stones in front of their homes and bask in the sun, and no one wants to clean up the streets or go hunting in the wild. It seems that they only know how to wait.I didn't find the shadow of Kurtz in them. Like Kurtz, he loves life, loves nature, and is a warrior full of struggle and fighting spirit.

"This is the shantytown of war slaves. Those are the descendants of war slaves. They have no future. They just wait for a certain day to fight and die on the battlefield." Qige stood beside me at this time and explained to me: "The real The orc soldiers and their families live in the fortress, or in a Yemeni town a few kilometers away from here, oh, there is a free market there, will you accompany me for a stroll?"

I was thinking of finding a free market to see if there was a neti bow for sale, and I was going to buy one for Kurtz. When I heard that Qige also had the idea of ​​visiting the orc free market, I immediately agreed and said, "Okay." Ah, I just wanted to go."

"Meet your brother by the way, so we can talk about our team formation." Qige added later, her voice was as beautiful as a human being, and her talking eyes shone like gems.There is a veil hanging on her white and tender face that can be easily broken by fingers, and her long black hair has become chestnut. I clearly remember that when I saw her for the first time, her long hair was wine red. , against her seductive eyes, as beautiful as a fairy.Later, when I met her one morning on the road to death, her long hair had already turned black. At that time, her delicate face, slightly thin figure, and wearing a denim skirt made me think she was She is a little dancer with no status in the dance troupe.But now she is wearing a tight-fitting blue buckskin armor, which sets off her slender body in a concave and convex way, and she is wearing magic antelope leather boots, and a bronze sword engraved with complicated magic patterns is hung on the sash around her waist. Use magic perception to feel the magic fluctuations on this sword.

Looking at her already dressed and ready to go, what else can I say?
The good thing is that Qige always deliberately makes herself more ordinary, just like now she looks more like a sister next door, her appearance can only be regarded as elegant and exquisite, and her figure is also set off by leather armor She looks thin, her hair is simply combed into a ponytail, and she doesn't wear any accessories. Standing quietly beside Katerina and me, people will ignore her existence unconsciously.I looked at the two-foot-long magic sword hanging from her waist, and tried to persuade her, "Sister, please don't make such a show."

I swear, this is really what I said in my heart. At that time, I was still standing on the beam of the guardrail at the door, and Katerina supported me behind me to prevent me from being knocked down by the slow-moving caravan, and clasped my waist with her hands. I also looked at the houses with the characteristics of the orcs outside with me. I know that she is also full of curiosity about the orcs. After all, she also has one-eighth of the orcs.

"How about I change to a dagger? I still have a broken sword in my collection. It shouldn't be so ostentatious." Qige said calmly.

After hearing this, I was shocked and opened my eyes wide and asked her, "Miss Qi, can you see what I'm thinking? Can you read minds?"

Qige gritted her silver teeth and gave me a boring look, and snorted in a nasal voice: "When you looked at my magic sword, you pulled your eyebrows together. I still don't know what you think?"

I immediately fell silent.

The caravan walked south along the main road for five or six kilometers, and finally arrived at a small Yemeni town built behind gentle hills.

Standing on a mound full of sandy date shrubs, you can have a panoramic view of the Yemeni town below the slope.This is a slightly desolate and desolate town without simple walls. The whole town is about four square kilometers in size. Ragged square stone houses are lined up on both sides of the wide street, and the walls of many stone houses are wiped. The buildings are built with simple wooden windows, and the window frames are stretched with window paper made of thin cowhide. The wooden doors of each stone house are made very thick, like a standing stone slab.There are only two main streets in the whole town, which intersect in the center of the town in a cross shape.The stone houses here are more dilapidated and lower the more they are built on the edge, and even some abandoned stone houses have been buried by wind and sand in the edge area, only the roofs covered with weeds are exposed.

We could see some orcs coming and going on the street. When they saw the caravan appearing on the mound, they all whispered to each other and started talking. Some strong orc warriors even came out of the stone house with their weapons in hand, looking at us coldly. Caravan.Judging from the buildings in the town, the maximum population of this town should not exceed 5000 people.We were worried about unnecessary misunderstandings. The caravan detoured down the dirt slope and camped on the flat wasteland on the west side of the town. Because there is a well on the west side of the town, the people and livestock in the caravan need drinking water .

What caught our attention the most in the town was the free market on the town center square.

When Katerina heard that she was going to the market, she had already changed into sarongs and followed Qige. We only waited for the caravan to stop, then jumped out of the caravan and joined Kuz who was waiting outside. A group of four went to Yemen. Go to town.Kuz looked very excited, he probably had a feeling of going home, and he kept pointing to the buildings around and introduced them to me. From his mouth, I learned that this town was originally just outside the Yemeni Fortress Because the orc garrison here will occasionally exchange military supplies for some daily necessities and meat, slowly the orcs from the scattered small tribes around here will gather here, and they will bring the prey they hunt to exchange for some food and salt , and gradually evolved into a small town dominated by the free market.

When passing by the well made of huge strips of granite, I looked curiously at the orc women squatting by the well to wash clothes. The cowhide sleeveless blouse and leather stockings, and the whole body is covered with fragments of cowhide straps, full of exotic style.These orc women have thicker hair and thicker facial contours. They are tall, with thick hands and feet, slightly dark skin, and twisted braids on the top of their heads. When they looked at us, their eyes were bright and fearless. It can be seen that their folk customs are simple and sturdy.A few orc children also played with them along the well. Seeing them reminded me of Kurtz's honest and cute appearance when he was a child.

Unexpectedly, when they looked at Kurtz, they would all smile kindly, and even an enthusiastic orc aunt squatted by the well and shouted to Kurtz: "Orc boy from afar, do you want water from the sweet well at the mouth of the river? Where are you from?" Here? Did you come to trade with the caravan?”

Kuz stopped and replied politely: "Thank you for your kindness, mother. We came from the Black Iron City of the distant dwarf king Stan, and we came to do business with the Gludin tribe. Passing here, I want to see the products in the market."

"Our town of Yemen has the largest free market within a hundred miles. Go, kid. I hope you have good luck." The voice of the orc woman was thick and kind, and when she spoke the orc language, she always emphasized the ending, which made me feel the regional language Charm.

(End of this chapter)